The sputter is even more than May gave him when he asked her the same question, but the answer is even more earnest than May's avoidance had been. Tommy hums vaguely, glancing over her with those sharp ice-shard eyes. Then he looks away, admiring the horses with studious conviction. If he's smirking, it's a small thing.
"But you've thought of it," he points out. "You just haven't decided one way or another. You haven't decided if you like thinking about it."
Because she shouldn't, should she? Not by their standards. Except she, like May, is a widow and a mother. If she chose to entertain someone, it would be a gossip point but eventually passed over, even as the daughter of an Earl.
They aren't at home, though. Neither of them. They can do whatever they like in Darrow.
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Date: 2019-09-15 02:55 am (UTC)"But you've thought of it," he points out. "You just haven't decided one way or another. You haven't decided if you like thinking about it."
Because she shouldn't, should she? Not by their standards. Except she, like May, is a widow and a mother. If she chose to entertain someone, it would be a gossip point but eventually passed over, even as the daughter of an Earl.
They aren't at home, though. Neither of them. They can do whatever they like in Darrow.